Farorian Lunar Match

[Power Shot]

OoC: YES! I dared to name it that!

BiC:

The man walked alone.

That was the most that could be said about him, the stranger who appeared in the mists of the even stranger place. There was nothing to suggest why he was there, no rational explanation for his existence, or any kind of reason for his being. But he was there, all the same, his dark figure looming in the crater he stood above, casting his shadow far across the gray surface of the arena. He remained there for several seconds, before he began to move, descending along the slope towards the circular flatland in the center. His boots made impressions on the dusty landscape, kicking up dirt that had laid dormant for many years, which floated in the air for a few moments, then settled back into their centuries-old places on the ground.

The dark man did not feel it, but he could sense the difference in the terrain he was on. How the gravity was considerably weaker than the force he was used to on a normal basis. He adjusted his balance, walking evenly despite the threat that, even if he moved just a little too much, he could float off of the surface, and fall hard to the ground, embarrassing himself. Though the other combatants had not arrived yet, he did not wish to waste any time that could be spent preparing for the match ahead.

The night's sky above him was nothing but darkness, though he could see perfectly fine, thanks to the millions of stars that illuminated the heavens. Their sparkling images lent light to the surroundings, though it was not much to look at. Just the large crater he was in, the gray features of the landscape bland and colorless. The only thing, in fact, which even mimicked the appearance of life and color, was the dark man. And even the ebon warrior was carefully concealed in midnight garments, completely shrouded in black.

His muscles were mounds of darkness inside the shirt, rippling and contracting as he breathed. His right arm was clenched, covered with an ebon glove, over the surface of a staff, its color as pale and bland as the gray surface. The giant staff clinked as the man tapped it against the surface of the land, watching the dust rise and settle as it did when he walked. The man observed the dark amethyst lines that traced themselves along it, without heed of something as useless as pattern. His query satisfied, the man proceeded, almost at the foot of the slope.

His great coat shuffled in the weak winds, the left sleeve hanging loose. Within the coat, the man had only half of his left arm, with barely any left after the elbow. The rest of the arm was pinned up, the coat slumped on over the shoulder. His pants, and his boots, were of the same color and material. The only part of his uniform that held any color, in fact, was the belt buckle on his waist, which was bright green, glowing through the strange, translucent light of the arena.

As his feet touched the surface of the flat ground, the mouth within the dark cowl he wore, the mask which covered everything but his hair, took a deep breath. His deep auburn hair fluttered in the breeze, turning from dusky copper to dull gray the moment the current touched them. The man's giant frame halted in the center of the arena, his face rigidly facing forward, the butt of his staff levered into the ground, sending another shower of dust into the air.

The man had no name, his origins a mystery even to himself. All the dark warrior had was a designation, a word that described him well enough. He had not given it to himself, and did not like it. But then, he liked nothing, unable to understand the ability to "like" anything. He used it because it was all people knew him as. The word that meant something that could not be changed by anything but time itself.

The man called himself Chronos. Others called him the Dark Eye, fearful of his ever-present gaze, but he didn't use that designation. He had been Chronos for as long as he could remember, and that was how he would present himself during this match as well. Silently, the man who called himself Chronos bent his legs, and jumped up into the air, as if testing his weight in the atmosphere of his combat zone. He rose steadily for several seconds, ascending at a moderately high speed, before he began to sink once more, having reached the highest point he could, which was higher than the crater's mouth. When he landed, a much larger dust cloud erupted around him, though thankfully leaving his clothes clean.

"Gravity is considerably weaker than normal," he noted, speaking in the dark monotone he normally used when speaking to himself, a voice devoid of emotion or feeling. "Not a problem." Chronos' muscles bulged, and he instantly began to sink into the dirt, expanding his muscles to increase his weight by covering his body in more of the living metal, the MetaSkin, that was part of him, adjusting himself to a more useful weight on the gravity-lax terrain. His body girth increased, but at least he would be able to move in a manner that wouldn't force him to watch and be mindful of every step he took.

After he was satisfied, Chronos was content to wait for the others, standing as still as a statue in the direct center of the crater. Above him, he could see the stars, along with slightly larger spheres that appeared to be planets. Chronos could see a bright red spark in the sky, which was clearly a planet, along with a dot in the sky that was bright violet and crimson. Though he didn't know their names, he believed them to be very far off from his present position.

Directly outside the crater, in a patch of sky that the ebon knight could not see, was a massive planet, looming up over the horizon. Its surface was beautiful, with land masses that appeared green surrounded by azure oceans. Chronos looked down, the cowl of his face bent, as he waited, time slipping by as he did so. He did not have any problems waiting, he didn't have the same concept of time as others did. And besides, while he waited, he could always think of more ways to cure his condition, though most of his ideas would fail.

He spent a lot of time doing that.

OoC: Power Shot's post count +1! Let's do this thing!

[Lunch Box]

Valkyhn looked down again at his invitation. I can’t believe this. Why would I be invited by Virgin to go on the first commercial flight to the moon? Something’s not right here…

A voice sounded from above, through an intercom. “ Please fasten your seatbelts. We shall be landing on the moon in just a few minutes. We expect it to be very bumpy.” A click sounded, signaling the intercom turning off. Valkyhn did as he was told and buckled all four of his seat belts. He felt like a twenty year old in a three year old’s car seat. He looked around at the other passengers. All five. Three of them were celebrities, invited by Virgin, yet still had to pay. One was a waiter, there to accompany the passengers and bring them food and refreshments. The other one was a complete stranger. Valkyhn wasn’t sure who it was, but he could feel a tingling sensation, one of the signs of a powerful force.

Suddenly, the craft started to shake. Valkyhn quickly looked out his window, discovering the surface of the moon slowly rising to meet him. They were to land right outside a huge crater, in which the center was a tall shadow. Valkyhn, curious, stared at it with a furrow in his brow. He wasn’t sure what it was, but his heart beat fast, and his body tingling violently.

A sharp jar roused the passengers suddenly and then all was silent. For a few seconds, nervous silence accompanied the passengers, then the intercom clicked and a voice once again came upon it. “We have arrived safely on the moon. Congratulations, you are all now a part of history.”

Yes, I’m sure we are.

The voice continued. “Now please, listen to the instructions of your waiter. He will tell you what to do and help you with getting your gear on. Welcome to the moon!”



I feel so….wrong without my sword. Plus, my tingling sensation doesn’t really help me. Valkyhn cautiously stepped out of the shuttle and onto the moon’s surface. Though his stomach was flying with butterflies, it wasn’t because he had just made history, but because he sensed a danger. Valkyhn was the first man out of the shuttle, followed by the mysterious stranger. The three celebrities were next, but before they were able to step out, the stranger behind Valkyhn shoved the one in front sending all three sprawling back into the shuttle. The stranger then sprinted into a half run/half leap towards the huge crater. What the—

But before Valkyhn could finish his thought, the craft suddenly exploded, sending Valkyhn flying forward into the crater. He screamed loudly as he sped through the low-gravity air. As he passed over the center of the crater, a shadow, the same shadow he saw in fact, suddenly leaped into the air. A hand grabbed Valkyhn by the arm and threw him to the ground. He flew down toward the ground, landing hard on his back, which, unknowing to Valkyhn, formed a small crack in his oxygen tank. The wind was knocked out of him, and so he gasped hard for breath, further emptying his tank. The shadow fell down to the moon and landed softly right beside him.

“Welcome…to the moon.”

“Are…you the one who…sent me here?”

“No, but I too have been invited. And so has the other standing back behind me.” Valkyhn noticed his voice was emotionless, robotic.

“Then, who invited you? And the other two?” The “man” shook his head. Valkyhn noticed that he had no eyes. Who, no, what is this?

Suddenly, the one behind Valkyhn and the robot man spoke. “Thank god. No more crap like Gigli!”

Valkyhn slowly got up, still gasping for breath. “So then, now what?”

“We fight.”

“Wait, what? Fight? But, I don’t even know you? Or what you are! Did I miss a memo?”

“Prepare, human. We fight to the death here.”

I’m never buying anything from Virgin again!

[southern belle]

OoC: Lunchbox, I wasn't sure if you were trying to say if I was on the shuttle or not... and well, that mysterious figure doesn't really sound like Bella, so I'm just getting there in my own way. XD

BiC: Bella stared down at the invitation in shock. This had to be some kind of a joke. This was a joke, right? She looked up from the letter to the young man who had delivered it. He was grinning at her; apparently he found her dilemma extremely amusing. "Excuse me, but... how exactly am I supposed to actually get to my next battle?" she asked.

His grin widened a bit. "Ah, now that is for you to find out. After all, half the fun of any endeavor is the journey, right?"
“Well, yes, but…”

“Good luck in your next match, Lady Bella,” his eyes twinkled at her. “I’m sure you’ll find some way to get there.” He turned around and walked away through the trees, blending evenly into the twilit forest.

Bella sighed and stared down at the invitation. “Hmm… looks like I may have to call in a favor…”

* * * * *

“You’ve got to get WHERE?”

“I know,” Bella said, glancing at the invitation. “They certainly do have strange tastes for battle arenas, don’t they? But hey,” she grinned. “I’m always saying how I’m wanting some adventure, and there’s not much that’s more adventurous than battling on the moon.”

Iyasis shook her head. “Alright, so how are you planning on getting there?”

“Ah, well, that was where I was hoping to get your help,” Bella began, looking at her friend. “You remember that gate trick of yours, the one you use to go to different worlds? I was thinking, that should work for going to the moon as well, right?”

* * * * *

The two stood at the edge of a stretch of rolling hills, each wearing bulky suits that had been delivered with the invitation.. It was an odd coincidence that this happened to be the same place she had first gone through the gate at, shortly after meeting Iya. “You remember what to do, right?” Iyasis asked.

“Yeah,” Bella said fervently. “This kind of thing isn’t exactly something you forget.”

“Alright then, hold on tight.”

Soon there was that familiar and yet always odd sensation of the world speeding past her at a speed faster than human comprehension. She kept her eyes firmly closed as per Iya’s instruction. Strange sounds filled her ears, which she tried her hardest to ignore.

After what felt like an eternity – which was actually only a few minutes – it all stopped. Bella heard a slow exhale of breath from beside her. “Wow… Bella, you can open your eyes now, we’re here.”

Bella looked, and her breath was taken away. A dusty gray, crater-pocked landscape spread out before her. Even more amazing than that was the sky; deep black as far as the eye could see, and millions of tiny stars bright enough to light up the land around them. “Wow…” she said, echoing her friend.

Iyasis looked over at her friend and grinned. “Well, as amazing as all this is… don’t you have a battle to be getting to?”

“Ah, right!” Bella said, tearing her gaze away from the sky. “Now, where…” She stopped as a large red explosion lit up the sky in the distance.

“I think I can guess.” Iyasis grinned.

* * * * *

Bella was bouncing along the surface, Iyasis following behind her. She bounded over the lip of a large crater, to discover a large arena, with two people – presumably her opponents – standing in it. Unable to stop herself due to the low gravity, she bounced right down the slope, stopping a few feet away from the pair. “Eheheh… hello there.”

OoC: Just so it's understood, I got permission to borrow the character Iyasis from the creator. She won't participate in the battle or anything, I just needed a way to get up here. Looking forward to this battle guys... and good luck to both of you! ^_^

[Power Shot]

OoC: A slight note, Chronos himself is human. Also, Chronos just threatens, never kills. And his entire body is covered Lunchy, you can't see the fact that he has no eyes. Now then...let's do this...

BiC:

The two challengers that had just emerged before the Dark Eye were strange, to say the least. While one was a man, and another a girl, they both wore bulky spacesuits that normal people needed to survive the chilled, desolate, non-existent atmosphere of space, even of the thin atmosphere of the moon. The giant almost, but not quite, smiled, at the life support systems that both needed to fight on the lunar field, even if the suits themselves were designed for movement and battle. The Dark Eye latched the Arm Striker to the holster on the back of his black greatcoat, and cracked the knuckles inside the glove of his right hand, the metal snaps echoing along the barren crater. Using his face cowl, Chronos looked over his two opponents, determining their status in terms of threat.

The metal knight was not sure why he was able to walk on the surface of the moon, or even how he got to the lunar arena to begin with. He had fallen into that void during the battle with Tokumaru Kyô, and had drifted along until he had awoken here, and told by a vision he would continue battle in this crater. Though how he was surviving the world of deep space, without some sort of assistance by anything, he found rather interesting. Normally, when a human body was subjected to the “environment” called space, the complete absence of atmosphere causes the body organs to rupture and die, capable of killing a person within seconds of complete exposure, unable to handle the cold, empty zone known as space. The MetaSkin, the strange metal that was currently weighing him down, must have been protecting his organs as well, his entire body under its defense. His organs, covered and formed of the alloy, were invincible under most conditions. He could not breathe on the moon, but his body was somehow creating the same effect, for there was nothing to breathe on the moon. Out of habit, his lungs continued to inhale the nothingness in the atmosphere, sustaining his body through another source. It was strange, Chronos thought. He had never known he didn’t need air to live.

His new foes, on the other hand, did require air, using the oxygen tanks attached to their spacesuits to breathe. Briefly, the Dark Eye considered the possibility of simply destroying their life support systems, forcing them to forfeit, but shortly thereafter decided against that plan, as there was a high chance they would die. I shall not become a murderer. The ebon knight stood motionless, sensing the weak pulsations in his Arm Striker, informing him that both had a small hold on magic, an abnormality in their bodies. He would keep his guard up.

The dark void that was the moon normally would not have permitted speech, as there were no sound waves within space to convey the sense. There was a thin layer of magic lacing the battleground, allowing the three to converse without a communication system. If it were a truly desolate moon, Chronos would not even be able to speak with or hear the other two.

He growled. “So, ready for combat?” he asked in his dull monotone tone, though it was diminished in its commanding presence due to the effect the weak magic had on it. Chronos took note of the effects the spacesuits would have, limiting their movement and agility to levels lower then they were no doubt used to. He wondered if the lunar battleground would create the same effects as battling underwater, which would force the two to time and execute every move and attack perfectly if they wished to properly battle. Deciding he had spent enough time motionless, Chronos took a step forward, targeting the man to his left. His boots sank into the dusty ground, clumping on the soft stone, his weight perfectly in synch with his movement. The man shifted, still unaccustomed to the gravity change, and floated upwards two inches as a result, before returning to the ground.

The ebon warrior did not halt his advance, looking down at his opponent through his cowl. The man was considerably shorter than he was, and within the visor the Dark Eye could see emerald eyes looking up at him, auburn locks getting in the way of his sight. He didn’t bother to unload the Arm Striker, deciding the man was, at best, a minimal threat. He had no weapons that Chronos could see, so the Dark Eye kept walking until he was within arm’s length. The youth had taken a guarding stance, preparing for Chronos’ attack. “You’d better be worth the trip, kid,” Chronos hissed, jabbing his arm straight for the boy’s head. The child, more adjusted to the low gravity than Chronos had thought, ducked low, grabbing hold of the giant’s good arm. The youth smirked, but only until he discovered that Chronos was not going to allow the youth to throw him. His smile quickly turned to a panicked one, as Chronos’ fingers closed on the youth’s wrist. “It’s gonna take more than a tough grip to take care of me, kid.” Chronos’ hand tightened, and the youth’s fingers released their hold. The Dark Eye raised the boy into the air, as lightly as he would a feather.

The boy’s eyes widened, and the ebon warrior targeted the girl behind him on the other side of the crater, a few feet from where Chronos had previously been standing. With the accuracy of a professional hurler, the Dark Eye chunked the boy towards the girl, tossing him with half-strength, forgetting that his abilities and strength were amplified by the gravity decrease. The kid was catapulted at the girl, who tried to dodge, but failed, still not used to the lunar atmosphere’s gravity. She got her chest slammed into by the boy, and then her back hit the crater’s slanted wall, sending dust spewing everywhere from the impact.

Chronos walked forward, to the center of the crater once more, and waited the few seconds it took them to get up. When they did, the Dark Eye faced them, his masked face staring down at them, generating the dark presence he was so used to using against enemies. “My name is Chronos,” he growled, balling his hand up into a fist. “Get ready and fight me.”

[Lunch Box]

OoC: I nearly cried myself, making this post. I hope I did alright. I'm not very experienced with stuff like this. Meh, whatever. First for everything.

IC:

I need my sword! This guy’s too strong! What was his name? Chronos? Like time. Maybe it's another sign, like Rain's was. Crap! Valkyhn watched, helplessly as the one named Chronos, who was completely clad in a weird meal and had no eyes, or places to show them anyway, leapt towards the mysterious stranger that blew up the ship. The person somehow redirected his attack and tried to throw Chronos. But the giant squeezed the man’s wrists, causing them to loosen their grip and the giant threw the man into the woman behind Valkyhn. Wait! What! Where’d she come from? Valkyhn turned his head to the two people lying on the lunar sand. Slowly, it was the one who was thrown who got up first. His voice could be heard clearly, as if he was directly in front of Valkyhn, due to the lack of interfering atmospheric air. “Was that supposed to hurt? Hahahah! Come try again, you retarded giant!”

“You know,” yelled Valkyhn. “I really don’t like your attitude!”

The man turned towards Valkyhn. “Does it really look like I care? You can go jump off the moon for all I care.”

“Really? Is that so? Well then, come get me?” Valkyhn shot his arms out. “I’m wide open.” Though no one but Valkyhn himself knew, a big grin covered his face; his eyes gleamed.

Screaming, the man rushed towards Valkyhn, jumping high into the air. Valkyhn looked up with him, keeping his eyes on the man’s cocked arm. As the man came down, Valkyhn sidestepped to his left, swept his leg back and swung it forward, catching it in the man’s chest as he came to the ground. A large grunt came from the man’s suit and blood splattered from his mouth, blocking his sight. He fell to his knees, grabbing his chest, doubled over. He wheezed, hoping to catch some breath as the wind was clearly knocked out of him. “Maybe that’ll teach you some respect!” The man never looked up. Instead, he brought his arm up, facing Valkyhn. He closed it in a fist then shot out his middle finger. Valkyhn raised an eyebrow, almost humorously. “Ohoho! Still a little disrespectful wretch, are ya? Well then, here’s another lesson!” Valkyhn walked up to the man so that he was directly in front of him. “Lesson number one!” Valkyhn suddenly shot out his knee, shoving it into the man’s face. He flew back ten feet, landing softly on the lunar soil. “I really wish the gravity wasn’t so low here!” Valkyhn leapt forward, landing by the man’s feet. “Lesson number two!” Valkyhn reached down, grabbing the man’s suit. He brought him up as to where the man’s feet were off the ground. Valkyhn brought his free hand back behind him and punched the man directly in his chest. A grunt issued from the man. “And three!” A punch to the face. “And four and five!” Two punches to the face. “Last lesson!” Valkyhn threw an uppercut, landing it on the man’s chin and kept going upward, forcing his helmet off.

What happened next occurred in slow motion. Upon seeing the helmet fly off the man’s face and a young, bloodied up man with emerald eyes, filled with tears of pain, came into view the rage-induced gleam of Valkyhn’s eyes dissipated, his psychotic grin decreased to a frown. The man’s tears were red, mixed in with the blood. His emerald eyes were filled with fear and sadness and knowingness of his imminent death. And then it was all gone. The eyes, the tears, everything. With no atmosphere to protect his body to expand, his face exploded outward, with nothing more than a small poof! Blood, brains, and tissue flew out into the airless void as Valkyhn collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face, blocked from view to the giant and the woman who stood there, watching, not believing. “What have I done? I…I killed him!” His voice was cracked, hoarse and dry. “Oh my god! I killed him!”

The giant stood in the center of the crater, staring at him, no emotion able to show, if any to show at all. The woman was different however. She was on her knees, her hands, trying to cover her covered mouth. Valkyhn knew she was crying, crying tears of anger and sadness and sorrow.

Valkyhn tore his gaze from them and from the man’s lifeless body. He looked down at his hands. His hands, tainted with blood and murder. This was the first time he had ever killed a human. The first time he knew what it felt like. And he hated it. His tears changed from tears of sorrow and regret, but now were tears of anger and hatred. Hatred for himself, for his actions. For letting his rage take over, as it had done with Rain. His heart beat hard against his chest, as if it wanted to escape his disgusting body, unable to live side by side with a murderer. And he didn’t blame it. Valkyhn wanted it to escape, to separate from his body and leave it to die here in the cold, barren nothingness of space. It only seemed fit to die surrounded by nothing. He wanted to stay here and die, so no one would be able to look at him and turn away in disgust or tears. He wanted to eternally rest among the stars, where he could hurt no one again.

And then his tears ceased. His mind concentrated on what would be his last thought. Slowly, he stood up and brought his hands and rested them on his helmet. For a few seconds, he stood there silent and still, afraid of what he was going to do. But he continued on. He pressed his hands up against the helmet and uttered what he knew of as his last words.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”

[southern belle]

OoC: It's a bit shorter than I would've liked, but it got everything I wanted to say across. Sorry if I made Valkhyn sound a bit quiet in this post, Lunchy, I figured he'd still be somewhat stunned. ...And I'm no good with dialogue. XD

BiC: Bella stared in horror at the empty spacesuit. It had been so sudden – one minute a living human being had been there, and next… nothing. Her hands automatically came up to cover her mouth, forgetting her helmet was in the way.

A cracked voice jerked her gaze away from the suit. “What have I done? I… I killed him!” His voice rose to a hysterical shriek. “Oh my god, I killed him!” He was collapsed on the ground, overcome with grief and remorse.

Bella felt for the lad. He had obviously never had to kill before; this would be a hard thing for him to cope with. Tears of sorrow and pity leaked down her cheeks as she watched him.

Then suddenly, he sat up. He seemed to have come to a decision. Bella watched, puzzled, as he shakily lifted his hands up to his helmet. The Hylian then realized what he intended to do, and realized at the same time there was no way she could get over to him in time. She glanced around, looking for something she could use to stop him.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned…” These words had barely left his mouth when a large rock hit him square in the chest, throwing him back.

“What the HELL do you think you’re doing?” Bella yelled out, running – or bouncing – over to him.

He sat up and stared shakily at her. “Well I…”

Bella didn’t let him finish. “Do you really think that will make anything better? You think suicide is a good way to show remorse? Doing that is only taking the easy way out; to truly repent means you must continue to live and try to make up for your actions.” She looked down at him, and her voice softened. “You’re upset, and sad, but such things happen when you live your life as a fighter. You must learn to deal with it in your own way, and then move on.”

The archer held out a hand to help him up. “In the mean time, we are in the middle of a fight, and something tells me our opponent is a bit less understanding of the situation, so I suggest you pull yourself together, and quickly.” She smiled at him. “You’ll find a way to deal with this, just don’t give up so soon.” She stepped away, ready to begin the fight. “My name is Bella, by the way.”

[Power Shot]

The Dark Eye observed the exchange the two engaged in with little interest, the small coil of MetaSkin he had generated retracted from the tip of his finger to the folds of his coat, where it dissipated into his skin, as it always did. And, as always, Chronos questioned how he generated the metal, given that he could never feel it, but it was always there all the same. Pushing it from his mind, the ebon knight began to walk forward, just as the woman, Bella, seemed to finish her conversation with the suicidal youth. Both noticed that he was coming and, as one, braced themselves for combat, leaning into defensive stances, arms out. Chronos ignored the dead body, its brain and entrails floating into the air around itself, as he proceeded. The corpse was not a part of his world, something he had filed away for later usage. Chronos saw the universe he lived in in two sections, two classifications he compiled everything that had to do with him: the things that were relevant, and the things that weren’t. The dead body fell into the former category, while the two opponents in front of him filled the latter. The man and the woman, both of whom seemed adamant about fighting him now.

The Dark Eye remained silent, even his footsteps made no noise, as he walked, choosing to give his challengers the freedom to assume what he was thinking, to let their own imaginations fill the void of silence. It was a better strategy than actually threatening them, he knew, a psychological weapon that could be used against almost everyone with high success. If he was mute, they would allow their own minds to fill the silence, his overbearing presence suffocating them in darkness, tormenting them until they snapped. But only if he did not speak. If he spoke, he knew also, they would know exactly what he was thinking, and thus no longer fear the unknown. He had a great deal of practice with this tactic.

As Chronos planned, the other two were backing up towards the crater’s slope, though he could tell from the way they held themselves, the stance in which they carried themselves, that neither was preparing to surrender, nor even consider the idea. That suited Chronos just fine. He didn’t exactly enjoy resistance, especially when he believed it futile, but decided it wasn’t a bad thing either. Either would, he thought, result in the same outcome. He also noted that, while they were still wobbling slightly, both were growing more accustomed to the gravitational pull of the moon, bouncing less as they moved, and each motion was more balanced and straightened.

Chronos increased his speed, slightly inclining his back in a feral position, his hand braced into a black fist. The warrior came for them, breaking into a running speed that neither of his opponents could have accomplished under the conditions. The moment he was halfway towards them, he bent his legs, retracting all of the MetaSkin he had been using up to that point to keep himself gravitationally balanced, and pulled the metal alloy back into his body. One second later, he jumped up, kicking his feet against the dusty ground, and took flight. He soared over the lunar arena, rising to the tip of the conclave’s mouth, before he began to stop, hovering directly over where both his opponents were standing. Now, he thought, enacting the sequence that amassed the MetaSkin onto his body, expanding across his body, and increasing his bulk. With the amassed weight of several dozen people, Chronos began a very speedy decent towards the lunar surface, nearly doubling in girth. The Dark Eye dove feet first into the surface, at increasing velocity.

Bella figured out what he was doing before the boy did. “Move!” she shouted, seeing slight currents generate in the nothingness as he fell. If the void allowed it, they would have heard the sound, the screech, of Chronos rocketing through the space above them. When the man failed to move, Bella gave his torso a hard shove, considering both would move better in added momentum. Bella and the man rolled to the side, the girl falling on top of him as they hit the ground. Chronos impacted the crater’s surface seconds later, sending clouds of dust sprawling everywhere around him.

Bella couldn’t see when she looked up from the slope, her suit splashed with gray dirt, due to the fog the landing had generated. Slowly though, she saw the dark figure emerge from the haze, through her speck-covered helmet visor, the Dark Eye’s giant frame forming in the space inside the cloud, becoming more noticeable in the gray dust vortex. When the dust finally settled down again, he stood perfectly centered, his bulked frame evenly balanced on the lunar arena’s ground. Let’s see how long that keeps up, Chronos thought, turning towards them. He crouched, before he started running again, in the exact same manner as before. Bella and the boy, anticipating his objective, sprang to both sides in unison, believing that he would once again try to squash them. This time, though, Chronos was ready for them. Holding his intact right hand out, the Dark Eye generated two strands of MetaSkin coils, building them up into his index and middle fingertips. With a quick snap, both shot out from his glove, one wrapping itself around Bella’s torso, and the other taking hold of the man’s chest, both strands expanding and amassing until Chronos deemed them strong enough, and lifted both his opponents into the air.

With a sharp rip, Bella’s eyes widened as Chronos’ left arm began to generate as well, the sewn up arm of his shirt bursting at the seams as metal poured out from it. It expanded, contracted, amassed and lessened, until it took on the form of a perfectly sculpted replica of Chronos’ own real arm, right down to the muscular built of the original. The metal flesh rippled, before finally hardening into solid steel. Chronos flexed the new limb, and tested its strength.

Then Chronos started to reel his opponents in.

[Lunch Box]

OoC: Sorry it's a little short. Here it is.

IC:

Fear fluttered through Valkyhn like a butterfly, searching for a flower. He wasn’t sure why for he knew he wanted to die. But that woman prevented him. And now, this…thing that isn’t even human was reeling the two in by some metal strings that shot out of his fingers. And then another arm suddenly burst out of his shirt, made entirely of the same metal. Valkyhn had no idea why, but he didn’t care. All he knew it that he wanted to die. To account for what he did to that boy. For a second, he glanced towards the lifeless suit that once held the boy, but quickly turned away. His tears were still flowing down his face, but now not as much. If his arms weren’t tied up by the metal man’s string, he would’ve pulled off his helmet, right then and there, and end his life.

A squeal suddenly brought him back to reality, away from his thoughts and his sins. Surprised, Valkyhn looked down at the man. He had his left arm, the magically made one, cocked back, as it punch them as they came in reach. “Yes!” yelled Valkyhn. “Come. Kill me! End my misery and suffering. Avenge my sins!”

“No! You don’t deserve to die! What happened was a mistake!”

“What happened was my rage! I let it take me over, after I promised I never would let it again! I knowingly killed him, not once thinking of his own life! I don’t deserve to live! Now, let me die!”

“…Then you’re an idiot. Everyone makes mistakes, some worse than what you did. You can’t dwell on something that happened in the past! You have to pick yourself up and move on!”

“You have no idea…how many times I’ve had to do that. I’ve had enough. Just let me die.” There was no time to argue on her part, for then the machine had sprung his artificial arm forth. A scream uttered from the woman right beside Valkyhn. A revelation. Everything happened in slow motion once again, and yet Valkyhn seemed unaffected. He had time to stare at the arm and then to the fearful woman beside him and knew what he had to do. As the arm slowly swung towards the woman, Valkyhn turned in the air, proving to be more difficult than usual, due to the lack of atmosphere. He was now sideways, his feet facing towards the woman. He twisted his head for a view at when to execute his plan. The metallic arm started to pass Valkyhn’s feet. As the metal man’s fist came directly in front of Valkyhn, he drew his leg back and thrust it forward with all his might.

With no sound at all, the ball of the foot connected, sending the metallic arm off his course. And then, time flowed real motion. The arm missed the woman’s head, the two came even closer to the metal man, and Valkyhn once again sprung into action. Without missing a beat, he spun around the opposite direction, bringing his leg back. As he reached a full three-sixty, he thrust his knee into the face of the metal man, sending him sprawling back onto the lunar surface and releasing the two from his wiry grip. Valkyhn landed on the surface, standing in his usual ready stance, modified for without a sword. The woman wasn’t so lucky. Unable to react to what just happened, she collapsed to the ground on her face. Groaning, she slowly got up, wiping her suit off.

“I thought you wanted to die.”

“I do. But, just now, I realized I’ve been selfish. I’ve been concentrating on my own sins that I forgot about you. Just because I want to die doesn’t mean I want you to die. We’ll beat this machine thing and get off this place and then we’ll go on our separate ways.”

The girl laughed once. “Fine then. Let’s take this guy down.”

“Wait.”

“What?”

“How are we going to get home?”

“Don’t worry. I got that covered.”

“If only I had my sword.”

“Your sword? So then you are a warrior?”

Valkyhn nodded. “But it looks like I’ll have to improvise.”

The girl nodded. “By the way, I’m Bella.”

“Valkyhn. Now, a little less talk, a lot more action!” With that, both rushed forward, more used to the low-gravitational atmosphere, towards the mechanical man, who had just gotten up on his feet.